Music editor Steve Seigel and senior writer Jim Nintzel were on Arizona Illustrated yesterday to discuss tomorrow night's Tammies event at the Rialto Theatre. Learn the process behind finding the winners, feel like you learned something about some of the nominees, share in the memories of past memories, etc. Steve wears a Big Star shirt under his blazer, so the video is totally worth six minutes of your time.
[Also, they discuss the HoCo Festival, three nights of music which are also highly recommended, but which is not the subject of this post. More on HoCo in this week's issue, available on newsstands and online Thursday.]
So, you're going to the Tammies, right? There are a number of excellent reasons you should attend:
1. It's free.
2. The lineup is actually one of those rare occasions when there's something for everyone. You can see quite excellent music performances from...Gabriel Sullivan and Taraf de Tucson, Seashell Radio, The Tryst, Greg Morton, and Hollywood Knights, and 2011 TAMMIES Tucson Music Hall of Fame inductee, Neon Prophet.
3. Not only is the event free, there's free food from BrushFire BBQ, Don Pedro's, and Eegee's starting at 6:30.
4. You can always record the Challenge: Rivals reunion special on MTV. That's what DVRs are for.
I'll be there, and I don't even like going out and being around people all that much. Look for the guy with the video camera. See you tomorrow night!
Brushfire BBQ at 2745 N. Campbell Ave. now serves beer, making one of Tucson’s favorite barbeque destinations just that much better.
While I'm expressed my general confusion about the rise in My Little Pony fandom among seemingly socially adjusted adults, I'm not above wasting time making my very own super-cute pony online. The number of options available (add your own cutie mark!) are truly staggering and the creator still wants to add "about 20 manes and tails and some more accessories". Can you imagine the possibilities? I can't. It's too much for my brain, to be honest.
Related, but not really:
A New Jersey school district has apologized to parents after requiring high school students to read books that include graphic depictions of lesbian sex and a homosexual orgy.
“Some of the language is inappropriate,” said Chuck Earling, superintendent of Monroe Township Schools in Williamstown, N.J. “We were not trying to create controversy. We were just trying to get students to read.”
One book, “Norwegian Wood,” was on a list for incoming sophomores in an honors English class. The book includes a graphic depiction of a lesbian sex scene between a 31-year-old woman and a 13-year old girl, according to a report first published in the Gloucester County Times.
“I don’t think that’s relevant for any teenager,” parent Robin Myers told the newspaper. Her daughter was assigned to read the book. “I was just kind of in shock,” she said.
Peter Sprigg, with the Family Research Council, said he’s not surprised by the controversy surrounding the books.
“Here we see the intersection of parental values being offended, the hyper-sexualization of our youth and the homosexual agenda being pushed,” Sprigg told Fox News Radio. “This just illustrates why a lot of American parents are not willing to entrust their children to the public schools anymore.”
Maybe New Jersey isn't exactly the best state to have a discussion about what's good for children, since the impression most Americans have of the state's youth culture consists of fist-pumping, binge drinking, and how orange Snooki's skin is. However, I'm a parent, so it's not like I don't understand the idea of protecting the minds of children, but I think I'd rather have my son and daughter reading, asking questions, and experiencing fully formed chararacters with realistic emotional responses to life's twists and turns than them getting their cultural information exclusively from the music of Pitbull and the various shows about teen moms.
On a related note, this week's New Yorker has an excerpt from Murakami's newest novel 1Q84. The plot involves cats and some sort of futuristic 1984-ish world, and I believe lacks lurid lesbian sex, for better or worse. Good luck keeping your thoughts pure reading that trash, if you choose to.
All all of us in the email world know that the act of ending of an email with the perfect "signature" can break down a human spirit quicker then the time it takes to run to your mirror and shout, "Why do I feel this unnatural social pressure?!"
This obviously does not apply to those who are still unsure about using "The Facebook" and other interweb foolishness.
For those interested however, some basic rules of thumb courtesy of The Hairpin:
The first thing to know is that this sign-off (the closing word or words at the end of your missive) is more properly called a “valediction.” Derived from the Latin vale “goodbye” + dicere “to say,” it’s the opposite of a salutation. Now that you're feeling fancy, we can get down to brass tacks.
When you're feeling aloof: "Regards"
Ending your message with a bare noun like this shows you to be calm, collected, and a little bit bitchy. These regards aren't particularly good. These regards aren't particularly bad. These are just some regards that happen to exist, like a point in mathematical space.
Alternatives: "-[Your name]"
When you're writing to Lord Voldemort: "I beg to remain, Sir, your most humble and obedient servant"
Who are you? Sit down, you're embarrassing me.
When you're feeling rly kewl: "ttyl"
Don't use this.
When the stress of selecting an appropriate valediction gives you shingles: "Sent from my Blackberry"/"Sent from my iPhone"
If you want a way around this whole valedictory business, consider cheating and making “Sent from my [smartphone of your choice]” your default email signature.
Alternatives: This is a chance for you to pretend to have the smartphone of your dreams. Don't be afraid to make something up! "Sent from my Talaria." "Sent from my EnVoyer." "Sent from my iBox."
When you're feeling too cute for words: "Signed, Sealed, Delivered"
Alternatives: None needed. You've reached the pinnacle.
Ron Barber, the district director for Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, walked into the Monday meeting of Democrats of Greater Tucson this week to a big round of applause.
While he was using a cane—Barber is still recovering from nerve damage after taking a bullet in his upper left thigh during the Jan. 8 shooting rampage that left six dead and 13 wounded, including Giffords—he was able to clamber onto the stage to address the crowd of Democratic activists at their weekly luncheon.
Barber said that Giffords, who is recovering from a gunshot wound to the head, is making progress in her recovery in Houston, where she is living with her husband, retiring NASA astronaut Mark Kelly.
“It’s very tiring, but she’s determined,” he said. “And if any of you know her, you know that determination is one of her most important characteristics.”
Barber told the crowd that he remains optimistic that Giffords will be able to return to work, saying that she understands what’s been said to her, even though she struggles to speak.
“For those of you who know about rehabilitation, if your cognition is intact, the rehab becomes much more feasible for success, and that’s certainly the case for speech therapy,” he said.
But Barber stopped short of saying Giffords would be able to seek reelection.
“As far as a decision to run or not run, I think we’ll know more about that later in the year or early next year at the latest,” he said. “The congresswoman will make that decision when the time is right. She’ll make it based on her own sense of her ability to serve well. She will not, I don’t think, do anything unless she can do it extraordinarily well. But we won’t see a decision for awhile.”
I don't know exactly what's going on with the new Pedro Almodovar film, The Skin I Live In, which stars Antonio Banderas and is set to be released in America on October 14 (although one can only guess when it will show here in Tucson), although I think I might have nightmares starring the guy licking the screen in the middle somewhere. Even if I generally prefer Almodovar's emotionally tender work to his creepy psychosexual stuff, it's good to see Banderas back making movies that seem worth seeing.
Events by the Powhaus collective have an extended life both before and after the actual date of the production. After each show, there's a flood of photos and videos cataloging what happened. Before the show, there's generally a video that tends to confuse me, and the above video for the Glitter Ball 3000 featuing Kitty Quasar (like him on Facebook, which has apparently expanded to Uranus) is no exception.
The Glitter Ball returns to the Rialto Theatre on September 9th. Does anyone want to be the other half of the Mael brothers? You can pick which one you'd like to be, but I need some time if I'm going to grow a facsimile of Ron's mustache.
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